Fly Me to the Moon

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resize:fit:800/1*uz72i0n0m-YOBKZRjB2Tcw.jpeg"><figcaption>The Journey. Photo ©Erika Burkhalter.</figcaption></figure><p id="12d8">I’ve always had a fascination with the moon. And I love to photograph her. I was surprised that the following photo turned out to be as sharp as it did. I just had my “travel” 20–200mm lens on my camera. But, I braced myself against the railing of the dock and held my breath.</p><p id="4aa2">Serendipity? A little intervention from my very artistic graphic designer grandmother? I choose to believe the latter.</p><figure id="347f"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*wQ-_vJeC9zLro5uF15SasA.jpeg"><figcaption>Mother Moon. Photo ©Erika Burkhalter.</figcaption></figure><p id="c9d0">Here, the plane has passed a little further over the moon. The scale is so interesting to me. The moon looks almost as big, and as close, as does the plane.</p><figure id="2e2d"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*leFRnYVDfJcFqufFtSHJyA.jpeg"><figcaption>A little further on the flight path. Photo ©Erika Burkhalter.</figcaption></figure><p id="7517">We raised a glass in a toast to my grandparents, who have been gone for almost twenty years now. And the refrain from “Fly Me to the Moon” rippled through our hearts and out into the Alaskan Sunset.</p><figure id="33c2"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*P6abzqODpar9FB87dtALTw.jpeg"><figcaption>Sunset in Juneau. Photo ©Erika Burkhalter.</figcaption></figure><p id="368a">All photos were shot with my Nikon z7II and a 20–200mm lens.</p><p id="581c"><i>Erika Burkhalter is a yogi, neurophilosopher, cat-mom, photographer, and lover of travel and nature, spreading her love and amazement for Mother Earth’s glories, one photo, poem or story at a time. (MS N

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A little nostalgia and serendipity on a night in Juneau

“Fly me to the moon Let me play among the stars Let me see what spring is like on A-Jupiter and Mars In other words, hold my hand In other words, baby, kiss me

Fill my heart with song and let me sing forevermore You are all I long for All I worship and adore In other words, please be true In other words, I love you

Fill my heart with song Let me sing forevermore You are all I long for, all I worship and adore In other words, please be true In other words In other words I love you.” — Frank Sinatra

I can still hear the words of the song humming from the record on the player in my grandparents’ family room. They were ballroom dancers. And they were good at it. My grandmother had sparkly shoes that I loved to teeter around in. And my grandfather would waltz me around on his feet.

I can still smell his Bragg cologne. I have the old bottle stashed away in a dresser drawer. Every once in a while I pull it out and inhale deeply of the memories of childhood.

On a recent night, in Juneau, Alaska, my husband and I were dining at “The Wharf” and admiring the moon rising over Mount Douglas, on the other side of the channel. All of a sudden, I saw a plane flying into the scene. I grabbed my camera and snapped away, thinking about my grandparents the whole time.

The Journey. Photo ©Erika Burkhalter.

I’ve always had a fascination with the moon. And I love to photograph her. I was surprised that the following photo turned out to be as sharp as it did. I just had my “travel” 20–200mm lens on my camera. But, I braced myself against the railing of the dock and held my breath.

Serendipity? A little intervention from my very artistic graphic designer grandmother? I choose to believe the latter.

Here, the plane has passed a little further over the moon. The scale is so interesting to me. The moon looks almost as big, and as close, as does the plane.

We raised a glass in a toast to my grandparents, who have been gone for almost twenty years now. And the refrain from “Fly Me to the Moon” rippled through our hearts and out into the Alaskan Sunset.

All photos were shot with my Nikon z7II and a 20–200mm lens.

Erika Burkhalter is a yogi, neurophilosopher, cat-mom, photographer, and lover of travel and nature, spreading her love and amazement for Mother Earth’s glories, one photo, poem or story at a time. (MS Neuropsychology, MA Yoga Studies).

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